The Old Ghost Liu Tree remained unresponsive upon hearing the words.
Seeing this, Ye Xuan couldn't help but rub his forehead and mutter, "Brother, that's not very kind of you."
"How about this, you pick what you feel comfortable saying."
Ye Xuan looked at the Old Ghost Liu Tree and rephrased his request.
The countless willow branches of the Old Ghost Liu Tree swayed, with bell chimes, drumbeats, and wind bell sounds becoming increasingly enchanting.
A moment later, the Old Ghost Liu Tree spoke, "Her name is Hong Yao."
"Hong Yao..."
Ye Xuan silently memorized the name and then waited for more.
But even after a long wait, the Old Ghost Liu Tree remained silent.
Ye Xuan frowned at the Old Ghost Liu Tree and asked, "Is that all?"
The Old Ghost Liu Tree replied, "That's all."
Ye Xuan: "..."
"So, all you can tell me is a name?"
Ye Xuan's mouth twitched in frustration.
